How strange it is to be anything at all

Probably the most embarrassing thing if I kill myself is the scars on my arms. Everyone always calls them “battle scars” but it’ll just be even more proof of how I’ve failed

Everything always comes back to how I just hate who I am and the things that I do. I can never escape that.

My absolute lowest that I’ve had from self harm was cleaning the blood out of my shirt in a bathroom when I realized there was no paper towels and had to use my shirt to clean myself up

Do I like him or do I just like taking space in someone’s mind

I’m so fucking weak

Staring at that damn bottle wondering if giving up a fun night with my friends is worth it just to feel okay for a little while

Yeah you’d take a bullet for your friends but can you even make good conversation?